Updates: To-the-Max!

So, I didn't realize how much has happened since last weekend, but I have been pretty busy. The week has flown by so fast, and the following extensive post documents several events of said busy week. 

This was hanging in my hall on Tuesday, and I think that it's hilarious. This is what you get when the ward opera major is the ward choirster. Haha. 

Last weekend was homecoming, so my friends and I got up and went to the somewhat sad little parade through campus. My favorite part was the appearance of the Quill and the Sword club, pictured below. 

The game was freezing, but way fun. Jessica and I ventured down from our top-of-the-stadium seats to sit with Charlotte and Brennan down WAY closer to the field.

The Quill and the Sword is my favorite of all the BYU clubs. They're hard to miss in their capes and medieval weaponry. My favorite is the blue guy who had a black fencing mask on. 

Homecoming night, I went to the dance with my friends, with Nick as my date. Melanie's older sister dubbed herself official photographer for the evening, and we accommodated her by posing for these, well, posed pictures. We had Chinese food down in the guys' basement, and went to the casual dance at the Wilk. Neither Nick nor I are big dancers, but it was fun to go with everyone.

Hooray for Good Mail this week! The anticipation of this package from Mom, Grandma, Susan, and Rachelle collectively got me through a long day on Thursday, and it delivered. (Haha. Get it?!) Pictured above is the bounty of Halloween baking goods I received, including ghost baking cups, two kinds of Halloween sprinkles, a Halloween hot cocoa, and Halloween party picks! Oh, baby! Jessica and I are making do with a cake mix tonight to make our first round of cupcakes, but will go shopping for ingredients with which to make cupcakes from scratch for our Halloween party coming up. 

This is the exterior of said package. I love the labels Mom makes, always addressing packages to "Misses Emily and Charlotte Wood," from "Mom!" 

Rachelle sent a couple cute vinyls, including this Rhumbas cover and a ridiculously cute one with a giant orange slice. I couldn't get a good photo, but believe, it's probably my new favorite.

I love these picture frames from Susan. They match both mine and Jessica's stuff, and brighten up the front of our room, next to my Izze bottles and gerbera daisies.

Congratulations for making it through most of these updates. This last set of photos documents the events of the last couple days, complete with an adventure on the UTA (Utah Transit Authority, for those non-locals).

Like Charlotte, Mom's homemade pumpkin bread was my favorite part of my package. I took it to a Friday-night study session with Jessica and Nick at the library. I even took my Rachel Ray plates, and though we didn't do much studying, the pumpkin bread was amazing, as can only be expected. Thanks, Mom!

Saturday was Wolf Awareness Day at the Salt Lake Zoo. We wanted to go to the zoo anyway, and this occasion was just too much to pass up. We never actually made it to the zoo, but we did get in a stop at A&W for some draft root beer in frosted mugs. Naturally, we made a trip to DI on Friday night for wolf shirts. (you know, those Native American, over-large t-shirts with a howling wolf pictured in front of a majestic mountain?) You can kind of see mine in the pic above. 

Here's a shot that captures both Jessica's wolf t-shirt and one of the many unique characters we encountered while traversing the public transport of Utah state. So, as previously stated, we didn't make it to the zoo because after a bus ride, train ride, and second bus ride we ended up somewhere in Salt Lake, a mile from the zoo, location of which we were unaware. Looking back, the day could have been better spent catching up on homework instead of venturing around Salt Lake, but it was interesting seeing the diversity Utah has to offer outside of the public transport system.

A quick tribute to Jessie. This fungus was thriving at the bus stop outside of A&W. Gross.

And finally, an inspirational sign outside of "The Rock Church," which was located right by the train tracks. We heard them practicing for their 6:48 service, (I'm not joking. That's the time the sign said.) and let me tell you, it was rockin'.